With the support of a ninth-level civilization, do you want me to believe in electronic gods?

Chapter 37 Varela Calendar Change
"I remember Varela Calendar 158 lasted for nearly an Old Calendar year."

Gao Yuan's voice came from the side: "The 159th year of the Varela calendar has ended too soon..."

"Old Gao, let's not talk about the problem with the Varela calendar. I discovered a more serious problem."

Chen Fan raised his hand and placed it on Gao Yuan's shoulder with a sense of disobedience, speaking in a sincere manner.

"If this continues..."

"This goddess of ours may have a tendency to talk a lot!"

one:【? 】

lofty:? ? ?
Just imagine.

As time goes by, one Old Calendar day equals one Varela year, and furthermore, minutes or even seconds equal one Varela year.

At the same time, the change of each Varela year requires the oracular instructions of the goddess.

that……

How talkative this goddess must be to be able to issue oracles one after another!
[This machine thinks there is something wrong with your brain circuit. 】

Yi made complaints in his exclusive VIP spray position.

As for Gao Yuan...

At this time, he was still frowning and thinking about the meaning behind Chen Fan's words.

Goddess, talkative?
These two words, which had never matched each other in eight lifetimes, directly burned Gao Yuan's brain.

"cough!"

Chen Fan, who was afraid that the intelligence baby would get into trouble, quickly interrupted Gao Yuan's thinking: "In short, the time in the Varela calendar is constantly shortening every year, right?"

Seeing Gao Yuan nodding, Chen Fan asked again:

"Why is this so?"

Gao Yuan came back from his thoughts and glanced at Chen Fan with a strange look.

"There's nothing strange about this."

"Because the goddess said she wanted to change the year!"

Chen Fan: "..."

Fuck, I always felt like Gao Yuan looked at a fool just now.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now."

Seeing that the intelligence baby had nothing in mind, Chen Fan quickly changed the subject: "Do you still remember that Isa just now?"

"Why is changing the Varilarian calendar so...a big deal?"

"Isn't this a calendar that is only used within the church?"

"Huh?" Gao Yuan was stunned, "Isn't there any content about this in the library?"

Before Chen Fan could ask, Yi took the initiative to clarify:
[No, absolutely not. 】

[Even the specific change time of the Varela calendar is not recorded too much. 】

After confirming again and again, Chen Fan nodded to Gao Yuan with an affirmative look on his face: "Indeed not."

"This is strange..."

Gao Yuan raised his hand and scratched his head: "This matter is not a secret."

"Don't talk about the church. You can just grab a random passerby and you'll know the reason."

In Chen Fan's confused eyes, Gao Yuan said something that shocked him in an understatement:

"On the day when the Varela calendar changes year, the goddess will come to the world from the Kingdom of God."

This short sentence gave Chen Fan a ton of shock.

Before Chen Fan could recover, Gao Yuan's voice continued:
"At that time, believers in the entire city of Varela will go to the land of God's descent to participate in the God's descent ceremony."

"As the chosen ones, we must stand in front of everyone and follow the archbishop to pray to the goddess."

……

The side hall of the east main church.

"Priest Isha."

A hoarse, mechanical voice came from the front, interrupting Isa's thoughts: "What are you thinking about?"

Looking at the pair of glowing red mechanical eyes under the black hood, Isa's face changed slightly as she just came back to her senses, and she subconsciously apologized.

"Sir Quinton, hug, sorry..." "Humph."

Quinton, who was wearing a priest's black robe, snorted coldly, and then stretched out his mechanical hand to straighten the black robe to make sure there was no wrinkle on it: "The archbishop will be here soon, it's better for Priest Isa to be more serious. "

"Be careful of getting caught."

"Not everyone is as easy to talk to as the Chosen One."

Listening to the words that contained some hints of her own, Isa felt a little cold sweat break out on her back.

Sweating profusely belongs to yes.

Watching Quinton turn around, Isa composed herself and turned her gaze to the metal door of the side hall.

Gotta focus!
Isa was secretly alert.

The change of years in the Varela calendar is a big event, and all clergy, except the Pope, will be busy with it.

By the way, what does the Pope look like...

In all the time she had been a clergyman, she had never seen the Pope.

I heard that the Pope has always lived in the North Cathedral. It would be great if I had the opportunity to go and see it...

"Your Excellency Isa."

A familiar voice came from behind again: "Quinton and you are both priests. You don't need to be so afraid of him."

Isa snapped back to reality.

Her body trembled slightly, and her pretty face hidden by the hood of her black robe was slightly distorted:

She's distracted again! !

I just said to focus, but my mind wandered in the blink of an eye!

"Your Excellency Isa?"

Seeing Isa frozen in place, the voice behind her sounded again.

Isa turned around slowly. After recognizing the other party's identity, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Deacon Carlisle?"

She raised her head slightly and looked up at the tall and thin deacon in white robes.

Isa was silent for a moment, her face tightened, trying to appear as calm and calm as possible:
"...What did you just say?"

Carlisle chuckled.

Looking at the black-robed priest in front of him who was below the average height, he smiled and shook his head: "Your Excellency Isa, your old problems still haven't improved at all."

Isa couldn't help but fell into silence.

The wide black hood covered all of Isa's rich facial expressions.

"Lord Isa, don't forget, you are already a priest." Carlisle repeated in a low voice again, "You don't need to be so afraid of Quinton."

"Do you remember the method I taught you before?"

Isa was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly under Carlisle's gaze, and moved her wide black hood up and down.

"...Deacon Carlisle, you are right."

"Yes, that's it." Carlisle nodded happily, "Say a few words of agreement so that others won't notice that you are distracted."

"...Deacon Carlisle, you are right."

Carlisle: "..."

Just when Carlisle was about to say something more, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from outside the open door of the side hall.

"The Archbishop is here."

Carlisle lowered his voice and reminded Isa: "Your Excellency Isa! Priest Isa!!"

"..."

The footsteps outside the door gradually approached. Under Carlisle's anxious gaze, Isa slowly turned around and looked at the side hall door like the other chosen ones.

Just when Carlisle breathed a sigh of relief, a vague voice came from under the black hood in front of him.

"...Deacon Carlisle, you are right."

The voice just fell.

A figure wearing a crimson robe appeared at the door of the side hall.

Dozens of bishops in purple robes followed closely behind the crimson figure.

(End of this chapter)